I really struggled with the concept of World Schizophrenia Day.  What does that even mean?  Is it a day we are supposed to celebrate this awful disease that robs us of our loved ones and all that they once were, and could have been?  Is it a day to recognize our broken healthcare system that treats our beautiful family member as a pariah for being sick?  Is it a day to come together joyously to see the struggle our love one goes through on a daily basis, in a country that will readily leave them on the street, or put them in a jail if they are too sick?

I mostly ignored World Schizophrenia Day because I couldnt find anything to feel good about.

But, don’t get me wrong.  I’m trying to make change.  I’m advocating for my daughter.  I’m working closely with mental health professionals.  I’m trying to work with a group of other moms to change policy so that our loved ones can be treated effectively.  I have personally jumped into the middle of this world and also wrote a book, “Schizophrenia and Other Related Disorders. Handbook For Caretakers” to help other caregivers like myself. I don’t let this paralyze me, but there are moments like Friday where I just have to stand still.

As a result, I’m going to look back on that day with thanks.  I’m thankful that my daughter has found a good medication that is helping with her positive symptoms.  I’m thankful that I met this community of Moms where we help each other.  I’m thankful that I have the internal constitution to keep going and fight the fight.

At this point, World Schizophrenia Day is a day to know about.  Maybe one day, it will be a day to celebrate.  And, when it comes, I will be first in line with balloons and a cake.  In the meantime, I will do all that I can for my beloved child and for anyone else that asks.  Because, we are in this together. ❤️❤️